Page 31 of Warrior Rescued

Abruptly Payim pulled away, and she cried in frustration.

No!

Payim quo Desero

“Elena, I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, repressing the urge to climb atop her and sink his shaft into her spasming wet sheath.

Payim kneaded her thigh as he retreated. Shock still filled him discovering that her clit was a pleasure center outside of her body, so easily accessible. He stared in awe at the slick erect bead of flesh pulsing with desire. His gaze shifted, following the stream of nectar that poured from her trembling channel to the pucker of her rear. How was it possible that she was equally sensitive there, too? Never had a female been so responsive or exploded so violently for him. His shaft and canines ached, his inner beast demanding he seal the mating bond. Sweet, innocent Elena was made for ecstasy and begging for more, yet he refused to give in to his instinct. She had been stretched so tight around his fingers, he’d surely hurt her if he went any further.

I won’t make her regret her first time with a male.He snarled at the beast impatiently pacing within.

Except he was her male, hervirum. Only her response to the mating bite would say for sure, but he felt that she was his in his very marrow. So how would they possibly surpass this obstacle? Other warriors had mated humans. Those females were also petite, but Elena seemed even smaller still.

How is this ever going to work?He sighed in frustration and worry, fearing he would eventually break.

He was caught off guard when Elena tackled him.

“Elena!” he declared, stunned, as he toppled backward onto the pile of blankets.

Undeterred, Elena yanked up his vestments, and he tugged in a sharp breath when she boldly grabbed his aroused shaft with her tiny hands. Whatever reticence she had about a male’s anatomy was long gone.

“Goddess, we need to stop...” As much as he wanted to encourage her curiosity, he was perilously close to losing his composure.

His words died when he felt something warm and wet graze the rim of his crown, making his shaft jerk.

“What are you doing?” His eyes widened and he gripped her hips.

The irony that it was now his turn to question her wasn’t lost on him, but she couldn’t possibly be doing what he thought she was. Her hot little mouth completely enveloped his crown and he stared dumbfounded, still unable to believe what he was feeling. He must’ve lost his mind entirely. As he pulled back her curtain of dark hair to confirm the impossible, her wet tongue circled his crest as she sucked his shaft deeper into her mouth.

“Elena!” he barked, tossing his head back.

His breath came out in heavy pants as her mouth slid along the end of his staff, her tongue worrying his frenulum. The sharp, nearly painful pleasure made his hips buck, more blood pumping into his already engorged member. Elena gagged when he hit the back of her throat. As glorious as this illicit pleasure felt, he worried he was suffocating her. Her mouth wasn’t that big. His fingers coiled in her hair and he urged her to release him.

“Uh uh,” she moaned in denial, gripping his thighs tight, refusing to relinquish her hold.

“Torment,” he groaned as her mouth vibrated around his crown.

Elena shifted, straddling his abdomen, guaranteeing he couldn’t easily budge her. She then gripped his shaft, her hands sliding through her saliva as she stroked him.

Goddess, she’s going to kill me.His legs quaked as the mounting pleasure coursed through him.

The sight of her bare rear added to the sweet torture. The need to return the favor had him salivating, but Elena was so petite he couldn’t reach her with his mouth. He gripped her hips and splayed her cheeks to get a better view of her glistening slit. Desire spilled from her quivering channel and slipped down her thighs. He ran a finger through her viscous nectar and brought it to his lips, shivering as he savored the taste and heady aroma of his female.

With a wanton growl, he returned to her slit, any notion of halting this madness long forgotten. The sight of his finger disappearing into her channel sent him spiraling further. He added another finger, testing the limits of her tight little channel. Her silky inner walls rhythmically clenched him as he stroked into her, and he couldn’t help but imagine what she’d feel like stretched around his shaft.

“Mmm-more,” Elena moaned, sucking and stroking him faster.

A deep rumble vibrated in his chest, his legs stiffening and his hips arching off the ground as the ecstasy seared through him like a wildfire. Unrepentant, he gave in to desire, his tail whipping around to impale her, while he also found her clit.

Elena

Never had giving a blow job turned her on so much. Payim’s deep groaning growls were frighteningly erotic. The way his abs quivered, massaging her rock-hard nipples, and his woodsy masculine scent, all spurred her on. Something sweet, like candied ginger spurt from the slitted tip of his bulbous crown and she wanted more. Faster she stroked him, the knots lining his pulsing shaft teasing her palms. She strained, sucking Payim so deep it brought tears to her eyes.

Oh God!

She reeled as Payim added yet another finger and it felt like he was fisting her needy pussy, while furiously rubbing her clit. Something long pierced her ass, burrowing deep into the unbelievably sensitive channel and she instantly detonated. She keened around his cock, her entire body convulsing from the delirium gripping her, her pussy and ass clamping spasmodically on his thrusting fingers and tail.

“Elena!” Payim roared as a jet of sweet release filled her mouth, shooting down her throat.

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